"Then I'll trouble you," Eddie nodded. He was indeed not in a fit state to drive. Even the legendary Uncle Wesker, Albert Wesker, needed to be stabbed through the heart by Prototype Tyrant 002 to gain superpowers. Relatively speaking, his current situation was nothing.
Alexia still needed to be frozen for fifteen years; that was the most tragic. In a competition of misery, Eddie would at least not be first.
"Director Mark, there's a Memorial Hospital security meeting that requires your participation," a young security guard ran over and said.
"Oh, damn it, I was supposed to drop someone off. Wait, I know who to find. Kevin, could you please help me drive Director Eddie?" Uncle Mark shouted to an agent who was passing by on patrol.
An agent with medium-length, parted hair walked over, "Hey, Mark, you want me to drop someone off? Remember to buy me a drink when you get off work. This gentleman, right? Let's go, I'll give you a ride."
Compared to others, this agent was a bit casual and frivolous, giving off a feeling that he wasn't very trustworthy. But he could be a friend; as a colleague, it would be hard to trust him.
Eddie knew very well that this casual agent, Kevin, was likely Leon's rookie instructor, and also an agent who had twice failed to be selected for the S.T.A.R.S.. Most importantly, he was one of the civilians who escaped Raccoon City during the outbreak crisis, relying on his excellent skills!
"Just drop me off near the pedestrian street in University Town, thanks," Eddie said, then closed his eyes. He could feel a vitality pulsating after his weakness, a feeling of being reborn after facing death!
"Alright, you're really polite. I remember those proper Umbrella Company directors wouldn't talk like that. You really are an oddball. Haha, I'm not saying anything bad about you; I'm saying you're interesting." Kevin joked without any sense of unfamiliarity, like someone who was naturally sociable.
"This status is nothing to be proud of; sometimes it's a burden and a hindrance!" Eddie said indifferently.
It's glorious now, but in a few years, Umbrella will become a target of public scorn. That's when it will truly be a burden, and everyone will want to distance themselves from Umbrella to avoid trouble.
"Haha, you really are interesting. Not just anyone can get into Umbrella. I heard you're Jill's boyfriend? She's a really good girl; you must treat her well." Kevin laughed, a very witty and humorous person.
"Even you know?" Eddie felt a faint sense of pride. As the boyfriend of a Resident Evil goddess, it was indeed enough to make one's tail wag with pride.
"Who doesn't know? I've seen that guy Chris almost crying lately. You really have a way with women, snatching our most beautiful flower. Don't you dare bully Jill, or we won't let you off, haha!" Kevin joked, showing no sign of it being their first meeting.
In less than ten minutes, Eddie arrived near University Town. Although it was called University Town, there was actually only one university here, Raccoon City University, and it was very large. It specialized in biology, mechanics, and pharmacology. Perhaps influenced by Umbrella's investment, the disciplines were all geared towards benefiting Umbrella.
The reason he came here was entirely because the food was cheap and good, and the serving speed was very fast. And the fast-food restaurants that catered to university students didn't have bad food.
As soon as Eddie arrived, he ordered frantically, then began to devour the food, his wild appearance making it seem as if he hadn't eaten in centuries.
Kevin didn't leave; instead, he was very interested in Eddie's behavior.
The surrounding staff all looked at Eddie, who was eating frantically, with strange eyes. The burger shop owner almost thought the other party was there to cause trouble. Is it too late for one person to buy so much to eat? If other university students wanted to buy and found none, they would stop coming over time.
Eddie wouldn't care about other people's gazes, nor would he care if Spencer found out. He openly displayed himself, pretending to be a simple-minded young man with a bit of cunning, so that he could survive under the vigilance of the old fox Spencer.
"Phew! That was great, I'm finally a bit full. Oh, Kevin, right? Sorry, I wasn't in good condition just now, so I didn't invite you to eat. My bad. Come on, have two more skewers." Eddie generously invited.
Chapter 17: The side effects of T-Virus are here!
Kevin waved his hand, "Forget it, I still prefer drinking. If you want to thank me, just buy me a drink. Raccoon Bar, it's where we often go. We can have a drink sometime."
"Alright, I'll note that down. I'll find you for a drink when I have time. I still have things to do, so I'm leaving first. If you're free, could you please take me back to the company? It's not off-work time yet." Eddie nodded, then turned to look at Raccoon City University. He always felt there was something hidden inside.
There was indeed a very mysterious and terrifying experiment at the university. It was better not to know; knowing would make one unable to sleep at night.
"You're really proactive. Are all researchers this crazy? Let's go, I happen to be free, I'll be your dedicated driver for once," Kevin laughed.
Back in the lab, Annette was not there. After a short rest, Eddie began to test his physical fitness through punching, jumping, and various instruments.
He lifted a refrigerator weighing over two hundred, almost three hundred catties, with one hand, and it didn't feel like much effort. This performance clearly indicated that the diluted T-Virus was successful!
Clang! Ordinary small knives couldn't cut his skin at all. His skin had a certain toughness, effectively resisting sharp objects, and could also absorb external blunt force.
"It's truly amazing. Both strength and defense have greatly increased, and recovery has also become quite good. At the same time, my appetite has grown, which also aligns with biological characteristics," Eddie muttered to himself, looking at the test data. Through the joint examination, his internal organs also had no problems; everything was normal.
Crunch! Eddie clenched his fist, still clearly feeling the power flowing and transmitting. "What a wonderful feeling. No wonder power makes so many people pursue it so desperately."
The experiment was very successful, but there was still a gap compared to Wesker's superhuman abilities; he could dodge bullets. This stage was a complete enhancement of the body to a whole new level, which Eddie couldn't achieve in his current state.
Although he couldn't compare to Wesker, it was already excellent. Unexpectedly, there were no side effects. At the same time, he retained human characteristics and could reproduce.
Eddie clearly remembered that Wesker's report stated that after using a variant of the Progenitor Virus, although he gained superhuman abilities, he also lost his identity as a human. It was probably like those chiefs in African tribes, losing the ability to reproduce, commonly known as being castrated!
After another attempt, the usable strength could reach eight hundred catties; going higher than that became difficult to sustain. If used as a bioweapon, with restrictions removed, it should be able to reach one thousand two hundred catties of strength.
Humans fear pain, which is a natural protection. Bioweapons do not fear pain and can exert their full strength; this is the difference between humans and monsters.
While the experiment was going well, Eddie suddenly felt his vision turn crimson. The berserk effect of the T-Virus still appeared. Berserk transformation! A unique berserk transformation where pure combat instinct would override reason, madly wanting to destroy everything in sight.
"Damn it, this serum is still imperfect!" Eddie gripped his fists tightly, continuously pounding the floor, trying to distract himself.
Tap, tap, tap! What was even more alarming was the crisp sound of high heels tapping on the floor. This familiar sound only Annette would make; besides her, there were no other researchers here.
Swish! The advanced sci-fi door opened, and Annette walked in, only to see Eddie frantically pounding the floor. She couldn't help but exclaim, "What's wrong, Eddie?"
She tried to come over and help, but Eddie pushed her away, "Get away, go further, stay away from me! I want to hit people now, I want to beat people, I want to kill people! Don't come near me until I calm down!"
"No, I can save you! Control yourself, let me see. I've researched the latest G-Virus vaccine, it should be effective on you. G-Virus is an upgraded version of T-Virus. Wait, I'll go get the vaccine now." Annette encouraged him, not wanting to lose this talented friend, or rather, not wanting to lose this younger brother.
"It's too late, go!" Eddie finished, charging forward with violent emotions, as if wanting to tear everything to shreds.
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"Eddie," she warned, but it came out breathless.
"Annette," he said, voice rough.
But he was already too close, his hands gripping her arms. The fabric of her coat bunched under his fingers.
"I can't stop myself" he grunted, pulling her against him.
His erection pressed hard against her hip through his pants, insistent and demanding.
Her eyes widened, and she shoved at his chest.
"Eddie, stop. This isn't funny. Let go."
She twisted, trying to pull free, her nails digging into his wrists. But he was stronger, fueled by the Virus running through his veins.
His free hand sliding up her thigh, bunching the fabric of her skirt until his fingers found bare skin. His touch was rough, possessive, nothing like the gentle way he'd handled Jill that night in her apartment.
"Please, stop this Eddie" She whimpered.
He didn't listen. With a grunt, he spun her around and pinned her against the workbench, the edge digging into her back. Vials rattled as her hands flailed, knocking over a stack of papers.
"No, Eddie! Get off me!" She kicked at his shins, but he wedged his knee between her legs, spreading them just enough to trap her.
His mouth crashed onto hers, rough and hungry, tasting the salt of her surprise. One hand yanked at her blouse, buttons popping free to expose the lace of her bra. She bit his lip, drawing a sharp hiss from him, but it only made him harder.
"You're driving me crazy," he growled, shoving her skirt up her thighs. His fingers hooked into her panties, tearing them down with a rip that echoed in the sterile space.
Annette's breath came in gasps, her body arching against the cold steel table.
"Please... Eddie, don't..." But even as she said it, her hips twitched involuntarily, a betrayal of the heat pooling low in her belly.
He was too strong, his weight holding her down as he fumbled with his belt, freeing his thick dick. It sprang out, veined and throbbing.
He didn't wait.
Gripping her thighs, he thrust into her pussy in one brutal shove, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, the stretch burning, her walls clenching around his girth.
"Fuck, you're tight," he groaned, pulling back only to slam in again, harder. The lab bench creaked under the force, tools scattering to the floor.
At first, Annette fought it, her fists pounding his shoulders, tears pricking her eyes. "Stop... oh gods..."
But as he pounded into her, relentless, something shifted.
She melted into a deep, aching fullness, his cock hitting spots that made sparks shoot up her spine. Her resistance faltered, hands sliding from pushing to clutching at his shirt.
Memories of their embrace flickered—how she'd felt his eyes on her before, making her wet even as she pretended not to notice.
Eddie felt her change, her pussy starting to grip him back, slicker with each thrust.
"That's it," he panted, one hand sliding up to pinch her nipple through her bra, twisting until she moaned.
He fucked her hard, hips snapping forward, the wet slap of skin filling the lab. Her legs wrapped around him instinctively now, pulling him deeper.
Pah!
"You like it, don't you?"
Pah!
She whimpered, her head falling back against the bench.
"Eddie... Mmm, yes..." The words tumbled out, surprising her. Her body betrayed her fully, rocking to meet his rhythm, clit grinding against his pubic bone with every drive. He was rough, unyielding, his dick stretching her wide, pounding her g-spot until she was gasping, on the edge.
But he wasn't done. With a growl, Eddie pulled out, his cock glistening with her juices. He grabbed her hair, yanking her down to her knees on the floor.
"Open up," he demanded, slapping the head of his dick against her lips. She hesitated, eyes locked on his, a mix of fear and hunger.
He didn't give her time—thrusting forward, he forced his way into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. Annette gagged, saliva dripping down her chin as he held her head steady.
"Take it all," he ordered, fucking her face with short, deep strokes. Her hands braced on his thighs, but she didn't pull away. Instead, her tongue swirled around his shaft, sucking as he pushed deeper, making her throat bulge.
Tears streamed down her face, but her pussy throbbed, empty and aching. He groaned, the sight of her on her knees—lips stretched around his dick—pushing him close.
*Glk, slurp, gluck*
"Swallow every drop," he warned, thrusts growing erratic. When he came, it was explosive, hot spurts flooding her mouth.
She choked at first, but then swallowed greedily, the salty taste making her moan around him. He held her there until he softened, pulling out with a wet pop, a string of cum connecting her lips to his tip.
Annette wiped her mouth, chest heaving, but instead of anger in eyes, he saw she was drunk with lust.
"Asshole," she said, but her voice was breathy, aroused.
Eddie felt himself getting harder again and pulled her up against a wall. He started thrusting into her repeatedly. He gripped her hips and pounded into her.
He felt her pussy spasming against his hard cock and felt himself coming close.
She came first, shattering around him with a cry, pussy pulsing, squirting a little against his thighs.
"Aaah… nghhh… Yess…" She mumbled, drool falling from the corner of her lips as her eyes rolled back.
Eddie followed, filling her with another load, the creampie warm and messy as she collapsed against him.
They stayed like that, panting, until the haze cleared.
He pulled her close, kissing her, his lust was sated, but a new spark came alive. As they cleaned up amid the chaos of scattered tools, sometimes losing control leads to the best discoveries.
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Five hours later, Eddie appeared alone at the artificial lake in University Town. Alligators were kept here, reportedly for viewing, but who knew if they were for Umbrella's experiments? After all, Raccoon City had been built into a modern city with Umbrella's investment, and half the citizens worked for Umbrella's subsidiaries.
Eddie felt very sorry about what happened to Annette. Although he tried his best to stop himself, he still injured her. Fortunately, no lives were lost, but the injured Annette would probably need a few days to recover. He also didn't know if it would affect their cooperative relationship; such matters could be big or small.
"How to solve the berserk effect of T-Virus? It's inherently present in the biological gene map. Should I take two tranquilizer shots every day?" Eddie muttered to himself.
The serum was successful, but it also had flaws. How to repair these flaws was still a problem. The flaws were not very severe and could still be controlled, but leaving them unchecked could easily become a weakness.
"Perhaps you could try herbal essence extracted from goji berries and schisandra chinensis," a soft female voice sounded from behind him.
Eddie suddenly turned around and grabbed the person behind him by the neck, lifting her up. When he realized it was just a seemingly delicate female university student, he asked, "Who are you?"
"Cough, cough!" The female university student patted Eddie's hand. Apparently, in this state, she couldn't breathe or speak.
Eddie thought for a moment and then put her down, threatening in a fierce tone, "Who are you, and why did you say that? Tell me, and I'll guarantee your safety. Otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."
The female university student also looked a bit scared, not knowing why the handsome, strong, blonde man in front of her suddenly became so fierce. "I, I'm Suzuki Yoko, a computer science university student, here in Raccoon City for advanced studies. I just heard your question, so I instinctively answered."
"Computer science? Raccoon City doesn't even have a computer science major. What are you here to study?" Eddie accurately caught the loophole in her words and pressed on.
Suzuki Yoko shook her head, looking confused, "I don't know. I only know that there's something I want to find in Raccoon City. It's a gut feeling; I don't know why specifically."
"Wait, you said your name is Suzuki Yoko?" Eddie suddenly thought of something. Good heavens, if this person was who he suspected, combined with her adorable and docile demeanor, then it must be her!
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Who was Suzuki Yoko? Others might not know, but Eddie knew clearly that this person was one of the civilian survivors who escaped Raccoon City. To escape from such a hellish scene with zombies everywhere was in itself a demonstration of great capability.
Moreover, Suzuki Yoko was previously a senior researcher at Umbrella. Not just anyone could get into Umbrella; Spencer, for his immortality project, strictly enforced elite standards. Only people with genuine talent and knowledge could enter the laboratories; there was absolutely no room for idlers!
In other words, this Suzuki Yoko was privy to the ins and outs of some of Umbrella's secret experiments. And she was lucky; she only had a segment of her memory wiped by the research director in charge of the project, and was not killed by him, which saved her life.